Phaeton's Falcons

[scranford]

Icklebad

Ickle putting on a show of confidence (mostly sincere) scouts out the area carefully before stepping to the door. He takes care to hide in any shadows present, and listens carefully at the door before gesturing to the "beggars" that he is ready to begin. From past experience he knows the fist step to any "locksmithing" job is to make sure there are no anti-infiltration devices attached to the door, so he begins by searching the door for traps. He then removes his masterwork lockpicks from his belt pouch, and places one of his tanglefoot bags carefully in the other in case a hasty retreat is necessary. Then with a great show of concentration he begins his work.

Open Lock (W/ masterwork lockpicks, I don't have my book. (+2?)
1d20+10-> [12,10] = (22)
1d20+10-> [19,10] = (29)
1d20+10-> [4,10] = (14)
1d20+10-> [3,10] = (13)
1d20+10-> [13,10] = (23)
1d20+10-> [7,10] = (17)

Search (Done first)
906545 Icklebad 1 1d20+6 [17,6] = (23) Search 2007-03-06 14:54:04

Disable Device (If necessary)
906547 Icklebad 1 1d20+9 [17,9] = (26) Disable device 2007-03-06 14:55:28

Hide (If necessary)
906554 Icklebad 1 1d20+8 [6,8] = (14) Hide 2007-03-06 15:01:14

Move Silent
906557 Icklebad 1 1d20+7 [12,7] = (19) Move Silently 2007-03-06 15:02:23

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Roland, tense with anticipation, waits with Vyleya near the end of the alley as Icklebad begins working on the door. His shield is currently slung over his shoulder, and he holds his loaded crossbow with slightly sweaty hands.

Haven't been this nervous in a long while; not since that game with Olvair the Halfling. But that kind of nervousness, when I'm playing cards or rolling dice, that I can handle. This is...new. The young priest tries taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. What I wouldn't give to be playing a good game of faro or Red Blink Dog or even that cho-han game from Wa right now... I'm not sure I'm cut out for this kind of thing. Keep feeling like there's somebody right behind me. And, oh, wonderful, my hand is starting to shake. I really hope I don't accidentally fire this thing off and shoot Deric in the back...

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Human Fighter 2

Vyleya stands at attention, her crossbow braced against her hip, as her gaze darts between the back door and the alleyway, alert for trouble coming from behind as well as the warehouse back door. Despite her rigid stance she seems to hold her position with apparent ease, not shifting or fidgeting as Ickle plies his craft.

Noticing Roland's discomfort beside and slight ahead of her, she whispers, "Roland. Relax. Pick a target. Aim. Fire." Despite the softness in her voice, her inflection has all the force of a military instructor. It's easy to imagine her little mantra was hammered into her memory by such a figure.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Deric waits besides Ickle, at the ready to cast the spell on the door, hoping that the picking is successful.

He eyes the door, and surmises that there is no way that he could break it down himself physically. Then cringes at the thought of ramming his shoulder into the hard, damp wood.

 

[Lot]

Gurv sits against the wall, his legs sprawled out in his best imitation of passed out drunk. He leans the small of his back against his ragged bedroll, his right hand stuffed inside holding the hidden hilt of his longsword. Feigning disinterest, Gurv's eyes watch the door intently.

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

With a faint "snik," Ickle is able to open the lock within a mere pair of seconds. At his nod, Deric makes a few brief gestures and mutters a low syllable and the door is silenced.

 

[s@squ@tch]

[sblock=OOC for Crew] What do we see when the door swings open? [/sblock]

 

[ethandrew]

Upon noting the success of his gnomish companion, Livingston will slowly retreat out of sight of the door, likewise pushing up against the wall, trading knowing looks with the others.

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Roland nods, breathing deeply, and Vyleya's words help him to focus; the shaking in his hand slowly ceases. "Thank you," he whispers back to her. "I will try my best. It is just that I am...unused to violence."

As the door is unlocked, silenced, and opened by his comrades, Roland tenses, preparing to fire should anyone, or anything, hostile emerge.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya Argnon, Huamn Fighter 2

Vyleya hefts her heavy crossbow, bracing the stock against her shoulder, while resting her cheek against it as she sets her sights on the door, closing her right eye. Her breathing is measured and steady. She stands ready for the door to be opened - and those at the fore to make their move.